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okay, please do one more of the tired Marty and the group of Docβsβ¦.PLEASE
Ask and you shall receive. I hope this silly thing shall suffice :)
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The transcription for my terrible handwriting -
(@ the garage)
Doc: Marty! I came as soon as I-
Doc (cont.): -could.
Marty: Your turn.
(Arrows: Half Asleep, On Fire (literally), covered in soot)
(Fun fact! Not a single party of Martyβs current state (aside from the lack of sleep) is the Docsβ fault! Good olβ McFly luck strikes again!)
THUD
Docs: MARTY!
So this came to me in a dream today and well it works so behold. This is about an hour after the initial phone call thanks to Jules and Verne asking many questions as Doc was trying to leave and heβd rather they not follow him this time. As for what I mean by the McFly luck- Marty and his ancestors are extremely unlucky. Letβs be honest. To some degree all of them have either directly been unlucky or had their choices result in mild to severe disaster. In this instance specifically it means while trying to move from point A to point B Marty fell half asleep, tripped, knocked a dustpan of ash onto himself, somehow lit himself on fire, and damn near collapsed onto the doorframe. Someone force this kid to take a nap. Please.